Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, you fritter and waist the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown, waiting for someone or something to show you the way... Tired of lying in the sunshine or staying home to watch the rain, but you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today... And then one day you find ten years have got behind you, no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.... And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but its sinking, racing around to come up behind you again.... The sun is the same in a relitive way but youre older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death... Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines. Hanging on in quiet desporation is the English way, the time is gone, the song is over, thought id something more to say......
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 07:33:56 +0000
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